VOLUME 0: AUDITIONS

Entry #6: The Boy Named Cainan

THE BOY NAMED CAINAN

In a small village of Issachar, there lived an orphaned child named Cainan. The boy was often bullied and scorned because of his odd appearance.

"Did you ate the whole moon, White Man?"

"Stranger."

"Big-bloodless being."

For his skin and hairs were so fair unlikely to others tan or dark ones.

"Exotic animal."

"Hideous creature."

Because his height was that of a young man, unot normal for an age of twelve.

"Giant whale."

"Stout mammal."

And saved him, for he was heavy.

His friend, Donsel, would always comfort him by saying he was special and favored. Yet, Cainan often felt lonely and depressed. He was very tired of it that going out was straining and difficult. So, the poor boy stopped his schooling and isolated his self to the villagers except to Donsel.

One day, the whole village fell into sickness - save him, for he was beyond healthy.

And, Cainan couldn't take his friend's suffering, hence, without hesitation despite the accusation and disgusted look he received. He, still, sauntered his way to Grandma Sollice, an old doctor who lived a mile away from Issachar.

On his way to Grandma Sollice, he met someone.

"Young lad, " the old man cried out, extending his wrinkly hands to him.

The boy was taken aback - frightened - because behold and lo, they were alike. Nonetheless, he replied stammering, "Yes."

"Could you offer, this old filthy man, a piece of bread? I am in so much hunger for I have walked three miles and slept on the road because none showed their mercy."

Cainan swallowed hard. Thinking carefully if he or not would offer his last biscuits; when he finally thought of it. The boy took out his bread and with warm smile said, "Here, sir, may it relief your hunger."

The elderly happily and gratefully replied his gratitude before he ate the biscuits - finishing every piece immediately, leaving no crumbs.

Cainan, who was in a hurry, was about to bid his goodbye but stopped when the grandfather pulled a clear bottle and gave it to him.

"Being different was a privelege was a privilege, young boy. The world, they thought, was cruel but, I tell you, those who scorns and oppresses others were more vicious and cunning. You were more than what you thought of yourself, Cainan. Go home now. The cure's in your hand."

And, without the struck of second, the aged man's gone.

Cainan was doubtful but believing he went back.

When he arrived, the sickness had worsened that persuading them to drink the cure was easy. Indeed, the villagers of Issachar were healed.

And as for Cainan, he was acknowledged and respected throughout his days.